Jul 19, 2016
Okay, Children's Etiquette is REALLY REALLY GOOD! Can you pleaseeeee do a second part of it about them falling in love?
I’m glad you enjoyed it! To be honest I wasn’t planning on making a second part, but you never know ^^
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Okay, Children's Etiquette is REALLY REALLY GOOD! Can you pleaseeeee do a second part of it about them falling in love?
I’m glad you enjoyed it! To be honest I wasn’t planning on making a second part, but you never know ^^
Children’s Etiquette
type: oneshot
genre: crack/fluff
synopsis: In which the man in the elevator is ruining your first day at work
author’s note: I’m honestly sad that I haven’t been able to put out as many fics as I could be but hope you guys enjoy this one
It’s stupid and unnecessary, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel riled up.
“You started it.”
The glowing floor counter flashes a red number two as the elevator lightly jolts and ascends. Your hands are squeezed under the pressure of your crossed arms and you can feel your shoulders tense up. Eyes glaring at the floor, you look at the guy next to you, whose facial expression reads annoyed.
It started when you tore through the front doors of the building, scrambling to the elevators with a prayer thrown up in the air that hopefully you won’t get held up waiting for one. First day at a new job and you’re running late.
You remember the relief you felt when you saw this elevator with its doors wide open, like a carriage waiting to save your life, until the one person currently in the elevator with you subtly reached over and repeatedly stabbed the close doors button, eyes averted to the side.
He coughs. You wrinkle your nose.
The elevator doors open on the second floor. A draft of cool air enters the stuffy space, smoothing out the wrinkles on your forehead from your furrowed eyebrows. The doors close after a moment and the elevator rises. In your anger, you had pressed all of the buttons. It seemed like a good idea at first, but now that you thought about it, it would only make you later.
It’s silent.
“Well?” You begin, voice calm. “No apology?”
He smacks his lips. “I don’t really have one.”
“Well, you should. That’s really rude of you.”
He glances at you before looking away, gaze straight ahead as he stubbornly replies. “I don’t know what to say...”
“”I’m sorry”? That might work.” You’re looking at him now, eyes icy.
You hear him shuffle to his left, trying to edge away from you. You take a step to the left, heels clicking loudly. He shakes out his right arm so his expensive Rolex watch slides down his wrist. You zero in on the accessory before scoffing and pointing a finger.
“Rich guy, huh? A Rolex watch? What’s your suit, Armani?”
Pursed lips. “Actually, it’s Brioni.”
You have no idea what Brioni is, but you assume it’s expensive. It has to be, with a name like that. “Well, lemme tell you something: I don’t make a lot. Okay? I was gonna be late today if you didn’t let me catch this elevator.”
The elevator doors open. The counter gleams the number three.
“...huh.”
“Yeah, “huh”. Do you know what it’s like for a new employee like me to be late? Do you?” You almost want to cry. “It’s death.”
The doors close.
“...well, if you didn’t press all the floors, you might be there already.” The guy says, turning to look at you with confidence.
“You started it, remember.”
“You didn’t have to continue it.”
You shut your mouth. His lips grow into a small smirk. You want to punch him.
“Okay, fine. I shouldn’t have. But at least you’re late too.” You retort childishly, crossing your arms again and turning to look at the glowing numbers. They seem to mock you.
“I’m my own boss, so that’s not a problem.” He gives you a quick smile before it turns into a grimace. “Honestly, who would hire you?”
Who does he think he is? “Uh, the most successful CEO in this building?”
“Oh?” The guy’s eyes widen slightly before crinkling his nose. “You’re going to work for Mr. Choi Seungcheol?”
“I won’t be if I’m late.” You mutter under your breath. You raise your voice and tilt your chin upwards in pride. “and yes, I will be. Why? Is Mr. Choi annoying?”
“Uh, no. Just...” The guy’s voice trails off as he mumbles, something along the lines of his secretary making a mistake.
You ignore it. “You said you’re your own boss? What company?”
He snaps his head upwards to look at you, a strange glint in his eyes. “Oh, a big one. You don’t need to know, I wouldn’t want you snooping.”
Scoffing, you turn away from him. The elevator already hit the fourth floor while you two were talking. Now, the doors slide open on the fifth floor, followed by quiet rumbling noises. The air is still, until you decide to walk out of the elevator. The man raises an eyebrow. “This isn’t your floor. Mr. Choi’s office is--”
“I know what floor it’s on! I just can’t wait like this.” You huff. “I’m taking the stairs.”
As you turn to walk away, you stop and turn on your heel. “Good day to you. By the way, I’m reporting you for rude conduct. You should be a gentleman and hold the doors open next time.”
The man laughs, head tilted to the ceiling. “Good luck reporting your boss on the first day of work.”
There’s a moment. In your mind, his words register slowly, piecing together chunk by chunk, before you realize--
“You’re joking.”
“Unfortunately, I’m not.”
The elevator doors start to slide close. You don’t even realize your mouth is open as the man, Mr. Choi Seungcheol, lifts his hand out of his pants pocket and waves his fingers at you. “See you at the office, newbie.”
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pLEASE UPDATE TRANSGRESSION! I honestly just started reading it, and finished the 5 chapters. I was scrolling down and saw that the last time you updated Transgression was like in September or something. So if you were to update it, it wouldn't be only me who were to be happy, but all those people who have read it from that time. Thank you, and I hope you take this request into thought!
Anon, while I myself would also like Transgression to be updated, unfortunately it won’t happen for a while. Admin M is the creator of this beautiful fanfiction and she’s been very busy in her private life. Unless Admin Sydney or I can continue the story with the plot she created, Transgression will not be updated for a long time. I’m really sorry to all the fans of the story (like I said, before I joined this blog as an admin, I was also anticipating every new chapter), but hopefully Admin M will allow us to continue Transgression or she will find time to finish it herself.
Omg that morning Hansol scenario was so cuteeee tho, I wish I could wake up like that everyday 😂😘
Thank you!! I wish I had someone to wake up with lol
Ante Meridiem (Vernon)
type: oneshot
genre: crack/fluff
synopsis: You’re not moving and neither is Hansol
a/n: Hope you like this one!! ^^
7:31 a.m.
You squint. Why is it so bright?
Something warm shifts next to you. You stop for a second, slightly panicked, before remembering you slept over at his place. Taking note of the messy bedroom (there’s like clothing everywhere) and the vague sound of a muffled alarm, you decide it’s probably early in the morning. With an empty sigh, you roll over, burying yourself in the covers.
Your elbow meets someone’s face. You hear the person next to you groan. “Sorry,” you mumble.
8:00 a.m.
“--ey.”
You shift. Did someone say something?
“What time is it?” The voice vibrates through your body, low and rough with sleep.
“Too early.”
“Okay.”
8:15 a.m.
“Babe.”
“Stop talking to me.” You can’t describe the ridiculous amount of comfort and warmth you’re feeling in your current position and it makes you want to cry. “Let me sleep, please.”
Somewhere outside, a bird trills a short tune.
You feel a hand slide over your waist. The heat burns through the blanket and into your skin, but it’s kind of nice. You drift back to sleep as the person next to you scoots closer.
9:02 a.m.
You hear the shower running in the background and a strong singing voice, amplified by bathroom acoustics.
You moan. “Who--”
“Seungkwan.” Hansol mumbles into your hair. You can smell his shampoo and it’s pleasant.
You find yourself leaning back into his chest, letting yourself indulge in the surge of heat and green apple. “Make him stop.”
“What, you want me to walk in on him?” He drawls groggily. “That’s kind of rude.”
“Please don’t be sarcastic. It’s too early for that.”
“Okay.”
10:24 a.m.
“So.”
You feel someone exhale warmly onto your exposed neck. Your shirt slightly slides down your shoulder, exposing more skin to the morning air. Hansol’s hair tickles your heavy eyes. You close them, breathing through your nose as you try to fall asleep again, ignoring the beckoning call of sunshine and the boy next to you.
“Hey. Hello.”
You resist the urge to answer, pursing your lips together.
You feel lips graze your ear. A singsong voice. “Good morning.”
“Hansol.”
He hums in response, a triumphant smile spreading on his lips as he stares at your profile, happy you’re finally responding.
“It’s too early to get up.”
“You do realize it’s around ten in the morning right?”
Dang. You blink at the white ceiling of Hansol’s room before gripping the blankets and hastily rolling over, your elbow knocking into someone’s sharp jaw. You hear a yell and you hold back a laugh as Hansol smacks your shoulder. “What was that for?”
“For not letting me sleep.” You smile into your pillow.
It’s silent. After a while, drowsiness replaces your earlier ecstasy. You can see a peek of golden sunlight from the corner of your eye. Your ears pick up the quiet but insistent ticking of your leather watch on the nightstand, the sound crisp against the still air. It’s actually a really nice morning to wake up to, but your body refuses to move. The warmth of the covers and Hansol’s body heat has you trapped.
With a sigh, you turn around. You jump back, surprised at the close proximity of Hansol’s honey eyes and fluttering lashes. He’s been staring at your back for the longest time until you turned around.
“Jeez, don’t do that.” You breathe, closing your eyes and snuggling deeper in your blankets.
Vaguely, you feel Hansol’s gaze on you, inspecting every detail, every line, on your face. A finger is brushing against your cheek, causing you to tense at the contact. You think he’s smiling.
“Hansol.”
“Hm?”
“Are you gonna get up?”
“Are you gonna get up?”
“No.”
“Then no.”
You open your eyes. He’s laying next to you, his pupils unbelievably deep. Gleaming, swirling blackholes. Your heart starts to do that thing it does everytime you’re around him. You can’t really breathe.
11:06 a.m.
“So.”
“So.” You breathe out.
“Are we just gonna stay in bed all day?”
“What if we get hungry?”
Hansol blinks once before reaching for his phone on the nightstand behind him. Thumbs move quickly across a glowing screen before he locks his phone and places it back on the nightstand. “We got a servant now.”
He smiles. You’re confused.
Then you hear someone walking up the hallway, clothed footsteps increasing in volume. Someone’s at the door and pushing it open. Seungkwan’s hair is still damp from his shower, but he’s already dressed for the day. He looks between the two of you before focusing on Hansol, a scarily calm smile on his face.
“Hansol.” Seungkwan starts, raising his phone up. “What the heck is this text?”
“I’m just asking for breakfast.”
“Hansol, you called me your bit--” He stops. He can’t even say it. “Your servant.”
“Please? For me?” Hansol presses his palms together. “Just this once?”
Hansol smiles. Seungkwan furrows his eyebrows and throws up his hands before closing (read: slamming) the door. You look over your shoulder at Hansol, who looks back at you.
“Guess we’re gonna die of starvation.” You say, patting his cheek with your right hand.
He shakes his head before throwing the covers, effectively cocooning you before wrapping himself around your clothed frame. “Hansol!” You scream, voice muffled. You can hear the timbre of his laugh through the thick comforter, the sound crawling up your spine. When you start to get a little too warm, you kick and thrash until he lets go.
“Your hair is so messy.” He giggles, pointing at your bedhead.
“Thanks. Thank you.”
There’s a nice moment where his laugh settles and turns into a softened smile, with the sunlight filtering through his irises and lighting them into a honey glow. You watch as his long lashes flutter as he blinks slowly, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
“Hansol.” You say lowly, leaning in.
He stops, transfixed on you as you shuffle closer. Your faces are really close and you can see the smooth surface of his pale skin, the tender curl of his eyelashes, the cock of his eyebrow. His hand reaches to graze your forearm.
“Hard to resist me?” He whispers lowly.
You throw a pillow at him.
12:12 p.m.
“We’re not getting up, are we?”
Your grip tightens around his torso. You can hear his heartbeat in your ear, a constant thrum that echoes through your head. After the intense pillow fight between the two of you, you literally had no energy left to do anything but lay in bed and cuddle. Hansol has an arm thrown around you, his fingers lightly grazing your forearm. You wish you could stay like this forever, glued to a bed and attached to him.
“Never planned to, anyway.” You mumble.
You can hear him smile. “Okay.”
please tell me admin yuri's coming back! you are both amazing, but I will always have a soft spot for yuri and her writing
I think a lot of people have your sentiments. Sydney and I also really miss Yuri and her amazing writing, but she is currently on hiatus until her life settles down a bit. Hopefully, she will rejoin the blog soon and bless us all with her stories ^^
Piece (Jun)
type: oneshot
genre: crack/fluff/a sprinkle of angst
synopsis: You don’t really know why you climbed on the roof
a/n: Hopefully no one hates my writing because for a while it’ll be just me writing until summer rolls around lol also this is so cheesy im sorry
The world below your feet wants to swallow you as you teeter cautiously on the concrete railing.
It’s a crazy thrill, feeling the wind slice through your jeans while you walk across a thin ledge hundreds of feet above the ground. Your eyes dart around nervously before catching sight of Jupiter amongst the stars, shimmering prettily for you. Jerking forward in an attempt to gain balance, your arms automatically swing out to the side to keep you from falling as you flail for a while, heart hammering. Pursing your lips, you mumble to yourself before taking another hard step forward.
College is exactly what you were expecting. It’s the worst. The professors act like they care about their students, but they really could care less. Dorm life is alright, but your roommate brings her boyfriends (yes, plural) over, only begging for your forgiveness afterwards. You let it go the first time, second time, fifth time, but today you couldn’t handle it. So you left.
One more step. Another gust grabs at your leg, shoving you to the side. Yelping, you collapse onto the beam and grab it tightly, head spinning and hands slick with sweat. A cool breeze tickles your cheek, teasing you for being such a wuss.
Sighing, you wait until another wind whistles past your ears before unwrapping and throwing your legs onto the beam, hoisting yourself up.
“What are you doing?”
You scream, heart leaping, before falling down onto the beam. Gripping the concrete, you turn around and look up at dark, slanted eyes and a high nose. Who was this again? Jin? Jun?
You scoff, cheeks red. “I should ask you the same thing.”
The lights of the city are hazy blooms around his handsome face. There’s a peculiar hard edge and softness to the structure of his face. His jawline protrudes against his taut caramel skin, illuminated by the glowing backdrop.
The man tilts his head. “Fair enough. I’m here to unwind. You?”
“Same.”
“Oh? Really? Didn’t think someone like you would smoke too.”
“Wait, what?”
The man laughs, his expression warm. “Just kidding. I don’t smoke. Hopefully neither do you.”
“I don’t, thanks.” You mumble, chiding yourself for reacting to something so trivial.
He stares at you for a long time, his gaze unmoving. It makes you squirm, like you’re the cornered mouse being preyed on by the cat. You blink and look at everything around him, doing your best to avoid looking at his face.
He coughs. “Um.”
You whip your head to look at him, despite your previous efforts.
“Can you move?”
“Oh!” You scramble to get up. “Sorry.”
As you steady yourself on the beam, he sighs and easily sits down, legs swinging over the edge. You can see the blurred lights merge into a watery glow behind his sharp profile, his pristine nose and curved lips. It’s a beautiful image, something only someone as beautiful as him could evoke. Did I just call a stranger beautiful?
“Wait, why did I stand up if you’re going to just sit here?”
The man turns to you slowly, eyes glinting like a thousand stars. “Sit down for a while.”
“So I stood up for nothing?”
He smiles. You suddenly want to kick him in his pretty mouth.
Reluctantly, you find yourself moving to sit. He smiles in acknowledgement, eyes staring at the view in front of you. Laid out in a glowing grid, the city unfolds in front of you, fiery and alive. The city is nocturnal. Its deep slumber in the daylight fades as the night paints the sky and drips molten gold onto the skyscrapers and street lights. You feel so irrelevant, so small, sitting on a concrete beam on a dorm building, a speck of a dust compared to the celestial edifices of the modern city. Your eyes blink slowly as you take it all in, the unimportance of your life compared to the vast amount of space the world had.
“I’m a singer, you know.”
You’re not sure what to say, but the man continues without waiting for your reply.
“It’s fun, really fun. The other guys in my group are really good people, really talented. But I get tired these days. Maybe I’m getting old?” He laughs to himself.
You listen. He talks.
“This is such a weird conversation to have with someone I just met, but I’ll just trust you for tonight. I got into a fight with one of the band members and he said some complex words in Korean that I didn’t understand and--”
His voice is cut off. You turn to look at him and feel struck by the sorrowful expression on his face. Feeling stupid, you open your mouth. “You’re not Korean?” Real smart, good job.
“No, I’m not. Can you believe that?” The man shakes his head. “A Chinese guy in a Korean boy group. That’s a joke.”
“What’s wrong with that?” You hear yourself saying. “So what? Do they bother you about that?”
“No.”
“Then why worry about it? If you’re pitying yourself because you feel like an idiot for not understanding what he said, stop it. You’re obviously not going to understand everything, but so what? You’ll learn.”
You breathe. The man is looking at you with a strange look in his eyes, a mixture of gratitude and sadness. “Thanks.”
You feel your cheeks get warm. “No problem.”
A taxi horn blares through the city, quietly filling the gap in conversation. It hits you that even though you feel so small compared to the rest of the world, you take up so much space in your own little corner. The irrelevant stuff, like getting a bad grade, seems like such a huge issue in your chunk of the world.
You tell Jun that, about comparisons and seeing things in perspective, and he smiles at you, really smiles.
“You’re right, though. I’ve got my corner and you’ve got yours.”
“Exactly.” You feel yourself smile back. “So don’t worry about trivial details.”
“So...are you in my space or am I in yours?”
You blink at him. His eyes have that spark in them again.
“Uh. I guess they’ve merged together, right? Since we’re sitting here like this.”
“Right.” Jun looks up at the sky. “If we all have our own piece of the world, then when we meet others, the world expands and then--”
He looks at you, eyes searing. “we share a world together, our own little corner.”
You turn away, scoffing. “Is that supposed to be a pick up line?”
He laughs loudly. “You’re the one who brought up all of this philosophical stuff.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling.
The city lights wink in the background.